Female Cthulhu Novels & Stories

"Inside this chamber, there is another demon called Dincubus, Dincubus is a demon female lover who approaches males in their dreams to have sex. Some countries call them spirit wife. It comes to the demon and profess her love for you then she will begin to touch your genitals and it's feels real, after that, she will have sex with you. Once she comes once, she stays forever, her purpose is to render every man she comes in contact with useless. It takes a strong priest for that man to be delivered from her claws. Look Ryan, there are so many demons in here, we live in this mountains and if I should go on by mentioning their names and the work they are assigned to do, we will spread more than

he growled. A crack split the far wall, slick and pulsing with dark ooze. Out of it crawled a figure unlike any Maeve had ever seen. Female. Glowing like venom. Fins sharp as razors. A smile of polished bone. “She walks with a mortal womb,” the creature hissed. “You’ve broken the pact, Orun-Kai.” He stepped in front of Maeve, wings flaring, eyes lit with fury. “Careful, Nhazra.”

A net of darkness erupted from her chest and swept through the tunnel, sweeping over the female’s image and her smile finally dropped as she screamed. Freya didn’t let go. She swept the net of darkness further, touching every surface and the answering scream was her reward. The illusion dropped and the woman disappeared. The larva disappeared, and the tunnel lit up with the blue gems once again. While the female was gone, right there was a creature as small as a cat with huge milky eyes and a long mouth. There, that was the Exhumer. Her eyes met its and it opened its wide mouth, several tentacles that were five times its size streaming out of his throat and she let her darkness explode from

“And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—” I seize him by the throat, lifting him clear off the ground. “He may be a bloodsucker, but he ain’t the real demon here,” I denounce. “You are both abominations,” Sicillio grates. “You belong in hell.” I have barely a split second to react, as a tentacled monstrosity bursts out from that poured circle of blood at his feet. I go to kick it into the wall, but those teeth tipped tentacles are wrapped tight around my calf, tightening every second in sawing, deadly vice. It’s a fucking Cthulu fledging – a real pain in the ass, even in miniature.

While Thorn Pack wasn't particularly strong, Vahn was a formidable warrior, and I hoped he could protect her. To my shock, Vahn betrayed her just a year later, and my father, Valdora's Alpha King, was an accomplice in this betrayal. In my memories, Cecilia was a muscular young girl with bright red hair cropped short. Now, she had grown into a slender woman with blonde hair. Her makeup was streaked and faded, likely from exposure to the harsh sun. Despite her disheveled and weary appearance, her eyes remained unchanged—black, calm, and as deep as ever, like tranquil lakes.

I didn't know how they were, I was worried that anything could happen and I was probably the weakest there. As I walked into the villa, I saw more armed men. We opened the door, went inside and I asked him, "Who are we going to see, Anthony?" "Queen.... Queen Scorpion," he replied. I gasped in surprise, "Queen Scorpion? You mean the vicious leader of the Black Scorpions?" I heard someone laughing from a distance and when I turned, I saw a young beautiful girl say, "I would hardly describe myself as someone vicious." I smiled, Umm... Hi, sorry, are you....."

I turned to the curious mad dog. "If it makes you feel any better, she's an omega wolf. “A!!! ". Mad dog let out a sarcastic laugh. I halted in my stride and turned to him. "Did you just laugh? “No, sorry." He apologized quickly as he struggled to keep a straight face. My cold gaze never left him. I didn't care about who loved Gwen and who she loved. I was done leaving her to half-baked men. Hastening my stride, I made my way to the party. Everyone was waiting.

A shiver crawled down my spine. Then—movement. West. In a blur, I lunged. And there it was. Not a wolf. Not anything that belonged in this world. A malformed creature crouched over a twitching body, fangs buried in her torso. The woman was still alive—but just barely. The thing turned, lips peeled back in a snarl that revealed too many teeth—jagged, layered like a shark's, soaked in gore. Its eyes were bottomless pits of obsidian, void of any soul.

Both Chloe and Jucel gasped audibly. The woman had beasts for her limbs and ears that resembled a dog. It stood erect from both sides of her head. Her eyes were that of a cat with glinting brown color. Her nearly hair reached her waist but it was like a Halequin's mane, rough, messed up and uncombed. And... She had big bust... Jucel though miserably. Jucel turned to Chloe only to find her best friend staring at the woman with horrified expression. What horrified Chloe was the huge scars that adorned the body of the woman. She was not wearing much, just a worn out baggy pants and black fitted sleeveless blouse. She looked like a woman who came out of a tough war.

An arrow came flying out of nowhere, nearly missing me, and I jumped on the hunter that shot it but the moment my fangs sunk into the hunter's shoulder, a jolt of electricity coursed through my entire body, going straight to my core. "Mate!" Zarek voiced out, immediately retracting his fangs and taking a step back while I stared at my so-called mate, who was covered from head to toe, with only her eyes peaking out. I couldn't smell her scent, but judging by the shape and color of her eyes and the rage and anger swimming in them, I could tell it was a woman, who was none other than Adelaide Foster, my failed mission, the girl I had planned on killing tonight.